I am Becoming
I am not whole
Not yet
Not ever
I am pieces of a girl
stitched with shaking hands
and bloody fingers
Bruised all over
In a heart
as cold as silver
where is my plan
because it is not with faith
it is not with love
i feel too much
and not at all
I laugh too much
but not enough
I am in pain
but my pain is not real
enough for you
What I've become
is stronger
and angrier
the meek will inherit
but the fierce will take
I am selfish
I will give nothing
to those who show me nothing
but expect everything
from me
I do not have to forgive
because I owe you nothing
my heart
my mind
my body
they are my own
and I am theirs
I have learned
from angry hands and tender hearts
I am just a speck
in the universe
of stars and galaxies and great big hands that hug angels and suns
I will never be the moon
but I will be something
I will become
someone
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